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Chapters (67)
  1. Dedication
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Chapter Thirty-One
  33. Chapter Thirty-Two
  34. Chapter Thirty-Three
  35. Chapter Thirty-Four
  36. Chapter Thirty-Five
  37. Chapter Thirty-Six
  38. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  39. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  40. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  41. Chapter Forty
  42. Chapter Forty-One
  43. Chapter Forty-Two
  44. Chapter Forty-Three
  45. Chapter Forty-Four
  46. Chapter Forty-Five
  47. Chapter Forty-Six
  48. Chapter Forty-Seven
  49. SEVEN MONTHS LATER
  50. Chapter Forty-Eight
  51. Chapter Forty-Nine
  52. Epilogue
  53. NINE YEARS LATER
  54. Nikita’s Newsletter!
  55. Bonus: Loving Vincent
  56. Bonus: Scarred Queen
  57. Also by Nikita Slater
  58. AGENTS OF CASA DE FLORES
  59. SINNER’S EMPIRE
  60. THE QUEENS SERIES
  61. FIRE & VICE SERIES
  62. THE DRIVEN HEARTS SERIES
  63. THE SANCTUARY SERIES
  64. LOVING THE BAD BOY SERIES
  65. STANDALONE BOOKS
  66. Stay connected with Nikita!
  67. About the Author

Yasmin jerked back and to cover her sister’s surprise, she squeezed her arm. “I’ll call you, okay?”

Aisha looked into her face suspiciously. “Okay. Call me tomorrow after your exam and tell me how it went.”

Yasmin agreed, then watched as Aisha headed for her apartment, which was a few blocks away. She waved and her sister waved back as she reached the corner, disappearing from view a few seconds later.

Taking a deep breath, Yasmin turned toward the street, intent on confronting Volkan and demanding to know why he was there. Before she could check for traffic, hard hands reached out to grip her. She gasped and looked up. Volkan was staring down at her, his eyes burning with anger.

“Volkan!” she said, her voice high with anxiety. “What are you doing here?”

“I think the better question is, what are you doing here?” His voice held a sharp edge to it. “You said you would be studying all day.”

She felt her face flush with guilt and annoyance. The annoyance was because she had nothing to feel guilty about, and she hated that he could make her feel as though she had to explain herself.

“I ate supper with my sister,” she said, glancing around. The sidewalk was bustling with people, but only a few cast curious glances their way. “We see each other often and she wanted me to take a break from studying.”

“I wanted you to take a break from studying,” he said, his hands tightening on her arms. “But you told me you were busy all evening. If I’d known you needed a break, I would have taken you out myself.”

Yasmin wasn’t sure what to say. He was jealous of her sister, which wasn’t cool. He needed to back off, but she didn’t know how to tell him. He’d given her all those gifts. Did she owe him? No, of course she didn’t. She hadn’t asked for any of them. He’d insisted.

Yasmin tried to take a step back, tried to break his hold, but he refused to let her go. Suddenly, she felt vulnerable, realizing he could easily hurt her. It was a strange feeling since she was standing on a busy sidewalk in broad daylight. Yet she sensed that he didn’t care. That he would do whatever he wanted to do, regardless of their surroundings and the potential consequences.